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Complete Lyrics of the Album "In The Spirit of The Times"

| 1-Friends Of Mine2-A Hard Act To Follow | 3-Child Of Today | 4-State Of Change5-A Few Good Seasons6-The Night Comes | 7-The Last Of The Latin Lovers8-Shelter | 9-In The Spirit Of The Times |

1) Friends of Mine

Well I wouldnít have even been 13
When I read in the papers about James Dean
And I never thought anything that happened
Could make me feel that way,
And so my life became a constant dream
Of magic moments on the silver screen
Wondering how it might have been
If he hadnít died that day.

White t-shirts and faded blue jeans
How I acted out the big scenes
I was a kid just lost in a masquerade I guess,
Heated words and moody glances
Odd man out at the high school dances
But there were times I learned
When it was good to be
A little different from the rest.

And he was there when I needed a friend
To help me through the days
Now and then, Lord knows when
Just chasing the blues away,
No time for fears, no time for sorrow,
Who needs those teenage tears
When youíre thinking about tomorrow,
And tomorrow shone from a silver screen
Where I knew I could be sometime
I may not have been a friend of his
But he sure was a friend of mine.

And the years just seems to fly
You never see them slipping by
And no one seems to understand
The things youíre going through,
Grown up before you know
Like youíre lost somewhere in limbo
And that lonely guy on the radio
Was feeling that way too.

And so I cried when he was crying
And I fell when he was falling
And when that pretty woman came walking back
I was feeling good.
Running scared and trying not to
Going back to the old Blue Bayou,
I guess I came to know the Big O
As only the lonely could.

And he was there when I needed a friend
To help me through the days
Now and then who knows when
Just chasing the blues away,
No time for fears, no time for sorrow
Who needs those teenage tears
When youíre thinking about tomorrow,
And tomorrow sung from a radio
Where I knew I could be sometime
I may not have been a friend of his
But he sure was a friend of mine.

And I still can hear the screaming
Of the people there that evening
When the lights went low and it seemed
The show was set to roll,
Iíd been waiting for so long
When they all came running on
There was a feeling of excitement there
That touched my very soul.

And they were calling out for Ringo
And they were begging George to solo
And a thousand calls for John and Paul
And "A Hard Dayís Night",
And Iíll always remember leaving
Honestly believing
That the magic of that evening
Would last me though my life.

They were there when I needed friends
To help me though the days
Now and again I remember when
They were chasing the blues away,
In times of tears, in times of sorrow
In times of fears
They had me thinking about tomorrow
And tomorrow shone for that someone
I knew I could be sometime,
I may not have been a friend of theirs
But they sure were friends of mine.

2) A Hard Act To Follow

Itíll be a hard act to follow,
Itíll be a tough axe to grind
Itíll be a bitter pill to swallow
If youíre born in those times

Itíll be a heart ache tomorrow
Itíll be a heart break to find,
That the devil took the high road,
And youíre following behind.

When it all falls around us,
When itís taken just too much
When weíve tried to go further
Than the world ever can.
When the heavens have found us
To be taking just too much
To be playing with fires
That we donít understand.

Itíll be a hard act to follow,
The righting of the wrong
The closing of the stables
When the horses are gone.

When it all falls around us,
When itís taken just too much
When weíve tried to get higher
Than the world ever can
When the heavens have found us
To be taking just too much
To be playing with fires
That we donít understand

repeat Verse 3

3) Child Of Today

Child of today is it right what we say
Is it all going fine or is it all In a steady decline
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
The changing roles within the family
The cold apartments and the warm TV
Are you old before your time?
Child of today do we know what you play
Or do you find itís outa sight
And out of mind,
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
The changing values of society
Itís hard to find a place where you should be
Are you old before your time?

Are you old before your time
with the weight upon your mind
Of knowing what it is youíre meant to be?
Are there questions there inside
when youíre taken by the tide
And the current wants to hold you, yet be free?

Child of today did it all slip away
Or was it just left behind in a world
Of a different kind
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
The changing patterns of society
Itís hard to find a place where you should be
Are you old before your time?

Do you ever get that feeling
when youíre caught up on the tide
That the current wants to hold you yet be free
Do you ever get the feeling
as youíre taken on your ride
That we just canít see the forest for the trees?

Child of today is it right what we say
Is it all going fine
or is it all In a steady decline
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
The changing roles within the family
The cold apartments and the warm TV
Are you old before your time?

4) State Of Change

Trouble on the highways,
Trouble on the runways
Trouble everywhere you go these days
Always seems to show these days
Some people saying itís a shame these days
But itís just the world Going through a state of change.

Trouble on the sidewalk
Trouble in the small talk
Some people saying itís right to do
Everything youíd like to do
Have your cake and eat it too
The whole worldís Going through a state of change.

But there is no change that I can see
It all seems much the same to me
There are rules revised and roles reversed
There are new procedures well rehearsed
There are some things better and some things worse
But the game is still the same.

Trouble on the high road
Trouble on the low road
Some people saying itís right to do
Everything youíd like to do
Have your cake and eat it too
The whole worldís Going through a state of change.

But there is no change that I can see
It all seems much the same to me
There are rules revised and roles reversed
There are new procedures well rehearsed
There are some things better
and some things worse
But the game is still the same.

5) a Few Good Seasons

When the day is growing longer
And your patience growing short
And your appetite is stronger
For the fights you never fought,
When you just canít see the right road
For the reasons to be wrong
There has to be a million reasons
Why youíd be better off Singing my song.

Havenít we had a few good years Now havenít we
And havenít we had our laughs along the way,
Oh and didnít we run In the morning sun
When the morning sun was a crimson rose
And the day was a friendly hand
That closed around us.

So you never made your fortune
And you never found your fame
And a very small proportion
Of the good things ever came,
And you say youíve had that time or two
When life has done you wrong
But I tell you quite sincerely
Youíd be better off Singing my song.

Havenít we had a few good seasons havenít we
And havenít we had our laughs along the way,
Oh and didnít we ride
On the evening tide
When the rising moon was a silver bird
And the night was a tender song we heard around us
Yes it hasnít been so bad, now has it.

Oh and didnít we run In the morning sun
When the morning sun was a crimson rose
And the day was a friendly hand
That closed around us.
Oh and didnít we ride On the evening tide
When the rising moon was a silver bird
And the night was a tender song we heard around us

6) The Night Comes

The night comes,
The night comes,
the night comes along like the words of a song
That takes us away to somewhere
The night comes,
to take us away from the lights of the day,
That shone on our daily cares
The night comes,
with an are to disguise
And the stars in the skies
To change the world out there
Taking all of those things we feel
Making all of those things seem real,
So the dreams of our lives come
When the night comes,
When the night comes.

The night comes along and the day rolls on
And life for a while seems easy,
The night comes,
and the chances are there in the cool dark air
To see what youíd like to see,
The night comes,
like an old faithful friend
Who can tell just when
To leave old realities Like the gypsy moths we find,
Wherever those bright lights shine,
So the dreams of our lives come,
When the night comes,
When the night comes.

The night comes along like the words of a song,
That takes us away to somewhere,
Then comes, to take us away from the lights of the day
That shone on our daily cares
The night comes,
with an art of disguise
And the stars in the skies
To change the world out there
taking all of those things we feel
Making all of those things we feel,
Making all of those things seem real,
So the dreams of our lives come,
when the night comes,
when the night comes.

7) The Last Of The Latin Lovers

I could never forget the night we met
in the moonlight
There was music and dancing and wild romance going on,
And a band of young Cavalleros Played old Latin American songs,
And thoí it sounds absurd
We never spoke a word
We only danced the whole night long.

Cosí there was nothing we could say
could take away from the moonlight
And there was nothing we could do
that was really new in our eyes,
But there were dreams deep down inside us
That had long been well disguised,
So we just stood there swaying
As the band kept playing
And our dreams just changed our lives.

And I was the last of the latin lovers
She was the girl on the glossy covers
We were just made for one another
The magazines had told us so,
And the night was bright with a thousand thrills
Setting alight to those Hollywood hills
Letting those passions slip between us
To tell us the night must never go.

I could never forget the way we left in the morning
Two lonely people footloose and fancy free,
She was tired of the way her life was
I was bored with being me,
But at least for a night in that pale moonlight
We were the way we longed to be.

When I was the last of the latin lovers
She was the girl on the glossy covers
We were just made for one another
Seems that we were the last to know,
And the night was bright with a thousand thrills
But that was life in those Hollywood hills
Letting those passions come between us
To tell us the night must never go.

I was the last of the latin lovers
She was the girl on the glossy covers
we were just made for one another
Everyone had told us so
And the night was bright with a thousand thrills
Coming alive in those Hollywood hills
Letting those passions slip between us
To tell us the night must never go.

8) Shelter

We were ships of circumstance,
together near the shore
Sharing sheltered waters
when we both had nothing more
The things we had in common,
were the things we knew so well
But out on deeper waters who could tell?
We would steer on different bearings,
We would sail on different tides,
With the width of our horrizons
disproportionately wide,
And the freedoms of direction,
would lead us on to know
we get further from each other as we go.

Were we only sharing shelter from the rainstorms
Were we only sharing space between the walls,
Was the only thing in common our surroundings Was
there nothing much between us after all?

I was the home town hero,
she was the wide eyed girl,
In a small time situation
it was us against the world
And the things we had in common,
were the things we knew so well
But out on deeper waters
who could tell.

That the world had much to offer
And the world had much to share
And the world found much within us
both we never knew was there
And the freedoms of direction,
would lead us on to know
We get further from each other as we go.

Were we only sharing shelter from the rainstorms
Were we only sharing pride before the fall,
Was the only thing in common our surroundings
Was there nothing much between us
after all?

We are ships of circumstance
together near the shore
Sharing sheltered waters
when we all have nothing more,
The things we have in common are the things we know so well
But out on deeper waters who can tell.

Do we steer on different bearings
Do we sail on different tides,
With the width of our horizons
disproportionately wide
And the freedoms of direction
do they lead us to know
We get on further from each other as we go.

Are we only sharing shelter from the rainstorms
Are we only sharing space between the walls
Is the only thing in common our surroundings
Is there nothing much between us
after all?

9) In The Spirit Of The Times

So you want to eat your cake,
And have it there tomorrow,
So you want to overtake
But you want to follow
So you want to state your case
By standing in the background
So you say youíve finally found your way.

So you want to live together,
And you want to keep your distance,
And to make your own waves,
At the point of least resistance
So you speak of yesterday
As if it were some lesser day
And so you say youíve finally found your way.

In the spirit of the times we live our lives,
With a few surprises and a compromise
To the spirit of the times
we give our lives and never realise we do
Going where the fashion carries us
Going where the trends may fall,
We can only do what we can do
Thatís all.

So the years roll by you,
Like raindrops on the window,
And you go your separate ways,
Like leaves when the autumn wind blows,
Do you shape your destiny,
Do you know just where you ought to be
Or, are you at the mercy of the times.

In the spirit of the times we live our lives,
With a few surprises and a compromise
To the spirit of the times we give our lives
and never realise we do
Going where the fashion carries us
Going where the trends may fall
We can only do what we can do Thatís all.

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